Word: moons
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...facing his first Presidential press conference - a democratic free-for-all where Franklin Roosevelt had met the representatives of the people 998 times in his 146 months of office. Now 348 corre spondents were packed in a fat half-moon around Harry Truman's big desk - the biggest press conference the White House had ever seen. The President rose (he stood throughout the conference), smiled tightly behind his round, gold-rimmed glasses, asked: "Is everybody in? . . ." Then, in quick, clipped sentences he hammered out the news...
Dashing Don Royce says, in defense of his receding hair line, that it's consoling to know that he'll never be old and grey. Is Tom Mullin any relation to the comic character, Moon? Eager Abe Zaleznik gets our vote as the eagerest individual in the unit--a certain roomie of ours notwithstanding. Dante Maggiotto and DeLoretto get the nod as the eagerest...
...crossed by great bands of black, red, and grey. Moist surfaces-such as sweat patches on a horse or the wet concrete of a swimming pool at an irrigation settlement-are a weird glowing purplish color. The sun is entirely obscured, or shows like a wan full moon. Dead trees, a tragic number, loom through the hot murk in a variety of fantastic shapes as though they died in agony. . . . Where the dust clears a little, a few dead sheep may be seen. But not many; the drifting sand has buried an uncounted number where they fell. . . ." Results...
Dark of the Moon (by Howard Richardson & William Berney; produced by the Messrs. Shubert) laudably strays off the beaten track, but lucklessly tarries too long in the tall grass...
There are some nice things in Dark of the Moon. With its folk songs and dances, its revival meetings and darting witch girls, it is freaked with color, touched with strangeness. But all this adds brightness rather than body to a yarn that is never very robust, and that takes hours to re-count what the ballad tells in a moment. Nor is there much more real poetry to Dark of the Moon than there is real drama. Its folkways make pleasant enough rustic vaudeville, but they smell of Broadway. Its witches' world escapes absurdity, but falls far short...